User blog comment:Biggren/A Highway Beast's Life/@comment-2246928-20150325151257/@comment-3135907-20170126012702

Slygold chewed the violet, his long toothen face curling and twisting as he scowled at fox and hare from his lazy seated perch in a low-swung oak nook.

"Hellsteeth, don't they twain make a charmin' pair?" he whispered insincerely to Kranzig, his lean ringtail ferret confederate, who leaned against the trunk and smoked a long pipe. He rapped his own skull. "Think about it, mate. An 'are among us. Don't bode well...do it?"

"Na...I denk not."

"Aye. I denk not, too." Slygold winked eagerly. "Any ideas...wot two honest highwaybeasts such as ourselves might do about that, hm?"

Kranzig wrapped and unwrapped a length of rawhide strap between his paws, tightening and untightening his grip as he nodded frankly. "Bend an ear, spezi."

Slygold slid down from the tree, narrowed eyes never leaving the hare. "I'm lissenin'."